(With thanks to Lionel Ritchie)
Water soft on my skin,
warmth soaking into my bones,
the faint scent of rosemary and eucalyptus:
silence except for my breathing
measured and deep,
eyes shut against the ambient light.
warmth soaking into my bones,
the faint scent of rosemary and eucalyptus:
silence except for my breathing
measured and deep,
eyes shut against the ambient light.
I sink into my mind's world,
moving pictures behind closed lids,
and the whisper of sandalwood.
moving pictures behind closed lids,
and the whisper of sandalwood.
Ronda R. Scott-Marak
©9 April 2017
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